New York City.
This once-glittering, prosperous city had now become a living hell.
Abandoned, shattered skyscrapers; children who had lost their parents; wives who had lost their husbands; and husbands who had lost their wives.
Their wails and screams painted an incomparably tragic picture.
The alien rift in the sky was still expanding.
"Something's coming out of that Spatial Tunnel!"
Peter cried out in terror, looking up at the enormous creature slowly moving through the Spatial Tunnel.
Like some alien insect technology from a sci-fi novel, an ugly caterpillar-like creature emerged from the Spatial Tunnel. Its body was covered in alien exoskeletal armor, and countless laser beams shot in every direction, indiscriminately slaughtering the people of New York City.
Less than ten minutes after the spatial rift appeared, the city's resistance forces had basically been paralyzed.
Moreover, those alien creatures were spreading at an alarmingly fast rate.
The Chitauri were like extraterrestrial locusts, rapidly swarming through the city the moment they invaded.
Peter did not even need to guess. With the firepower equipped by the New York City police, they might only be able to kill a few if they concentrated their attacks.
Yet amid all this chaos, Hell's Kitchen's performance greatly exceeded Peter's expectations. This lawless district had not changed because of the alien invasion. On the contrary, thanks to its abundant gun culture, its resistance was the fiercest, naturally attracting plenty of alien creatures as well.
Soon, the unmanned armors Tony had deployed began a large-scale slaughter.
They were all equipped with Stark Industries' advanced weapons technology, and their powerful firearms crazily massacred the monsters invading New York City.
"What should we do?"
Although the situation had eased somewhat, Peter could not feel happy at all. Looking at the enormous creatures flying out of the Spatial Tunnel, he